Chapter eight
I felt a headache forming as I turned my head, only to regret it. There was Niall sleeping; his eyes shut and his mouth slightly parted. He looked so peaceful and innocent, almost as if he wouldn't hurt a fly but that only lasted a few seconds until his eyelids flew open, revealing his deep blue eyes.
"What are you looking at?" He hissed a few seconds later, our position was still the same; me lying down next to him, our faces only milometers apart. I quickly dropped my gaze from his eyes to my hand. "Nothing."
He nodded his head slowly, his eyes not once leaving me. "It's rude to stare." I said, gathering up a bit of courage causing Niall to chuckle. "Princess who ever said I wasn't rude?"
At this point his Irish accent had become annoying. All he ever does is make threats and it's not the least bit attracting. Yes, the accent is alluring but not what he has to say with it. "That's what I thought." Niall said once I said nothing.
I said nothing once again. My eyes trailed up to find Niall's blue eyes focused on me. My eyes didn't leave his and his didn't leave mine. We stayed like that for a while, our breathing the only sound made as we focused on each other.
Before I could comprehend what was happening Niall's lips were connected with mine. His hands were wrapped around me, preventing me from escaping him. My eyes were wide with fright and shock. Niall's eyes were open as well but they seemed pleased, if that was possible. Niall pulled away a few seconds later, no emotion on his face.
"Go shower." He commanded, his arms slipping off of me. I instantly bolted up from the bed and ran to my room. I slammed the door behind me. What the hell just happened? The image of Niall during the kiss remained in my mind as I dug around my drawers, grabbing something to wear.
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I examined my outfit in the mirror. I felt a faint smile play on my lips as my old volleyball top still fit. Volleyball had always been my favorite sport but I had to stop playing due to the death of my mom.
"Are you done in there?" Niall shouted, pounding on the bathroom door. My smile disappeared as soon as it came. "Coming." I mumbled making my way towards the wooden door. My fingers grasped the doorknob, twisting it open.
"About time!" Niall exclaimed, shoving his way past me. I stayed silent, the image of Niall planted into my mind. Although I had a bunch of questions rushing through my mind the main one was why? Why did he do it? The sound of water snapped me out of my thoughts. So the monster takes a shower?
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"What are you doing?" Niall asked, entering the living room. "TV." I replied, my eyes not once leaving the television stand. A minute later I felt the sofa cushion go down because of another weight. I averted my gaze from the TV to Niall who was now beside me. His hair was still damp and he smelled strongly of soap.
"What?" I hissed, glaring at Niall. "What I can't watch the telly in my own home?" Niall asked, shrugging. "I'm sorry," I replied, getting off of the sofa. "maybe next time I'll watch TV in a television shop." With that I turned my back to Niall and headed up the stairs and into my room.
Once in my room I headed straight for the bed. In a strange way it reminded me of home. Maybe because of how small it was or maybe because it creaked under someone's weight just like my old bed. Whatever the reason the bed was the best thing that has happened to me since moving in with Niall.
"I missed you." I mumbled, stretching my arms across the bed, trying to hug the bed. "You know normal people don't talk to their bed." Someone said, causing me to jump a little. I turned around to find the red head from a few days ago.
"Hey Macey." She greeted, smiling an open mouth smile at me. "Hi," I zoned out trying to remember her name. "Valerie." She said once she realized I was lost. "Right, Valerie, I knew that."
She chuckled making her way over to me. "Niall's out, he had some work to do so you're stuck with me."
My ears perked up once I heard Niall's gone. It felt as if I was free, like I just received freedom. "You don't like Niall?" Valerie asked, confused with my happy facial expression.
"I'm not very fond of him, yes." I answered, sitting up on the bed, Indian style. She almost frowned at my answer. "Why he's such a sweet person. Yes he can be rude but he's once of the funniest and nicest people I've ever met."
I wanted to burst out laughing. Niall sweet and nice? Tell me another joke.
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His Property
Fanfiction"Why do you stay?" Harry asked, a frown playing on his lips. I shook my head. "I-I'm his." I sounded pretty stupid but it was true. I was Nialls. I was just a piece of property and that's what I'll ever be; property, his property.
